The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The sage's oracle conveyed by the boy Baihe actually cleared up some doubts for Yang Jian.

No wonder so many prehistoric monks came to the Black Spirit Kingdom to congratulate them. It turned out that several saints and masters were behind to fuel the flames...

However, why can't the matter of forming an alliance letter be within the prehistoric, but outside the prehistoric?

The letter of alliance seems to be just a few oaths, a piece of white paper, cloth or a jade talisman, or a stone carving, but in fact, it can indeed form a good binding force for monks.

Anyone who signed this alliance letter, even if they were captured in the future catastrophe, it would be difficult to betray them.

Yang Jian thought about it carefully, and he understood the good intentions of the sage.

This letter of alliance may in the future be an opportunity for Yang Jian to raise his arms tomorrow, and all the immortals in the prehistoric world will follow each other to the death and fight against the powerful enemy together.

The sage master deliberately chose Hei Ling Nation to carry out this matter, and also specially entrusted Zhen Yuan Daxian to keep the alliance book, and Yang Jian, in the hearts of all the gods and gods who came to Hei Ling Nation today, is the "initiator" of the alliance book.

This is power.

The letter of alliance does not only affect these monks in the Black Spirit Kingdom today, as long as they bring back the news, Yang Jian will be a well-deserved 'alliance leader' in the eyes of monk Honghuang...

During the catastrophe, as long as Yang Jian doesn't fall, the monk Hong Huang can have more confidence.

These twists and turns, after Yang Jian figured it out, he could only feel the great love of the sage, and he didn't have any worries.

A foreign matter is in one's own body, and it is a foreign matter in the end;

The monk asks about practice, only asks for the Dao.

Even if Master Sanqing was building momentum for Yang Jian now, Yang Jian would not be able to reach the realm of a saint by himself, after all, he would be just a strong ant that could be easily destroyed by the strongest.

Yang Jian now fully understood what he was going to do.

Cultivation, enlightenment, and impact on the holy realm.

He wants to reach the realm of God Pangu first, but he cannot be satisfied with the realm of only God Pangu, because God Pangu lost back then and couldn't protect Taisu, so he had to open another world.

What's more, God Pangu faced only one strongest person back then, and there were at least eight more powerful people...

If you want to understand these, how can Yang Jian be excited, how can he be happy?

If he can be sanctified, the position of 'Leader' will be the icing on the cake; if he can't be sanctified, he will give Yang Jian ten positions of leader, and Yang Jian can't afford to be the leader of the prehistoric world.

"Husband," Ao Xinke called softly from the side, "Mother is waiting for you here."

"Well," Yang Jian nodded in response, put away these thoughts for the time being, and followed Ao Xinke to the back of the big formation.

There is a hole in it.

There is a fairy mountain surrounded by fairy mist. There are many fairies who are not too high in cultivation and are busy walking around. Several fairy pavilions are looming in the clouds and mist.

Ao Xinke smiled and said: "The wedding room is here, the two younger sisters are waiting elsewhere at this time, and they can't come to see each other until the big wedding."

"Xinke, come over when the time comes," Yang Jian wrapped his arms around Ao Xinke's slender waist, "It's great that the four of us are having a good time."

Ao Xinke's charming and glamorous face was a little blushing, but she bit her lips and agreed, "Husband, I still have to investigate those guests..."

After saying that, she gently broke away from the claws of the real king who had already started patrolling the backyard of the Yang family, leaving only a charming look in Yang Jian's eyes, and hurried away on the cloud.

Yang Jian chuckled and walked to a fairy pavilion.

Standing in front of the pavilion, two slim figures shouted happily when they saw Yang Jianfei coming.

"elder brother!"

But it was Yang Xiaochan and Liuya.

After messing around with the two girls for a while, Yang Jian also relaxed a lot, and finally found the feeling of a big wedding.

Liu Ya came to congratulate the gift on behalf of Wa Palace, and she may also leave her name in the alliance letter later.

Yang Xiaochan took Yang Jian and walked into the pavilion, saying that she had just cooked the delicacies of the fairy family that could only be found in Wa Palace, and she insisted on Yang Jian to try it.

Liuya followed Yang Jian cautiously, watching Yang Jian's back; a little depression flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed these emotions.

After entering the Fairy Pavilion and meeting Yao Ji, Yang Xiaochan fed Yang Jian with a plate, while Yao Ji was busy cutting wedding robes for Yang Jian; all the fairies were busy back and forth around them, and they were also a little flustered.

Finally, after being busy for a while, Yang Jian helped Yao Ji into her seat, and tried to tell some not-so-thrilling stories so that her mother could laugh a little more.

The atmosphere was just right, but Yao Ji took Yang Jian's hand and instructed earnestly:

"My son is marrying a wife and concubine again today. I'm really happy for my mother, but when can you add some incense to the Yang family? It's been so many years since Xin Ke married into our Yang family. Why do you always neglect others?"

"Mother," Yang Jian was suddenly embarrassed, and secretly glanced at Yang Xiaochan and Liuya, and found that these two girls had gone outside the fairy pavilion at some time.

Yao Ji said solemnly: "You also know that the great catastrophe is ahead, and you have taken on the responsibility of protecting the prehistoric world. You are indeed a hero in this world. But my son should also think about your father. If you have no more children, how will you face your father as a mother?"

Yang Jian forced a smile, "Mother, what I cultivate is the physical body. The most difficult thing for a person who becomes a saint in the physical body is to have children..."

"What does this mean?"

"Mother, can you hear me, how many heirs does the ancient power have?"

Yao Ji thought about it immediately, and sighed softly: "Could it be that the cultivation base is high, and there are such disadvantages."

"Yes," Yang Jian sighed, "having children is an act of extending the bloodline; but if the monk's own strength is stronger, the immortal body will feel that he will live forever and there is no need to continue the bloodline, so... it is difficult to have children."

"It's like this..."

Yao Ji stared at Yang Jian and sighed faintly, "Mother wanted to hug her grandson earlier, but after hearing what you said, I can only resign myself to fate."

"Actually, I really want to have a son and a half daughter," Yang Jian also sighed, "However, my body is not up to par."

"Don't be discouraged, my son, it's no fault of you," Yao Ji comforted softly, even blaming herself for why she had to mention this matter to Yang Jian, and quickly changed the subject.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief...

What is the higher the cultivation base, the harder it is to have offspring, and why the ancient power rarely has offspring? Most of those ancient powers don't have this need, and their blood is unique, so how can they get offspring?

The ancient powers that can reproduce, such as dragons and phoenixes and those monster powers back then, have already been everywhere!

Of course, the Wu clan was bred by the ancestor witches with their own essence and blood, and only after the first generation of Wu clan did they thrive.

In the Immortal Pavilion, Yang Jian and Yao Ji talked about their mother and child, most of which were Yao Ji telling Yang Jian how to behave and how to take care of herself;

Outside the Immortal Pavilion, Liuya and Yang Xiaochan's playful laughter spread everywhere, adding a lot of vitality to the formation.

On the front side of the formation, above the Immortal Banquet.

More than 20 figures were surrounding a stone tablet, and Immortal Zhenyuan used his fingers as a pen, leaving lines of large characters on the stone tablet in a fluttering manner.

Not long after, a letter of alliance with more than 100 characters was engraved on the stone tablet.

Great Immortal Zhenyuan said with a smile: "Later, you only need to place this stele outside, let all the cultivators swear by dripping blood, and you will be done."

"The first one to sign the alliance letter must be Nephew Yang Jian," the Taiji fairy on the side ordered, and all the great talents praised him for his kindness.

How could they not understand the true meaning of Yuanshi Tianzun's oral instructions? It's nothing more than wanting Yang Jian to start now and stand in front of all the monks in the wild.

"It's just that little friend Yang Jian's wedding banquet has become a foil."

"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan Huangdi laughed, "The big deal is, let him marry a few more times after the catastrophe, and then make up for him!"

All the masters smiled as much as possible, accompanied each other, and had a feast and chatted.

The stele stood there quietly, and it was still the color of bluestone at this time, and it would be dripping red with the blood of the prehistoric cultivators in a short time.

If this catastrophe is over, the book of the Black Spirit Alliance will be a good story;

If this catastrophe, the prehistoric lands were overturned, the stele would probably be soaked in the blood of immortals, and it would be like that light and shadow again...

In the capital of the Heiling Kingdom, Ao Xinke was busy; Kong Xuan, who was away from the battle, had just rushed back, but was arrested by Ao Xinke as a coolie.

For another three days, all the guests were invited into the Black Spirit King's Palace, and dozens of halls suddenly became extremely crowded, and there were still Da Luo immortals coming from all over the prehistoric or chaotic sea, wanting to come here to join in the fun.

The big wedding was scheduled for ten days later, and during these ten days, the main hall of the Hei Ling Kingdom, where only a few people would go in and out all the year round, was destined to have no leisure for a moment.

...

Prehistoric, East China Sea.

A white cloud came leisurely, on which stood a big dog and a fairy.

That big dog is quite handsome, with snow-white long hair, full of energy, sharp eyes, and extraordinary majesty.

That fairy is also very handsome, with a pretty face and a slender figure, exuding a spirit from the inside out, really interpreting the word 'fairy' to the extreme.

But at this moment, the fairy was suffering for a while, her mouth was pouted, and she couldn't get down for a long time.

"Oh, it's too bad, why did I retreat and didn't look at those jade talismans? Master is going to get married, but I, a disciple, don't go... Oh, I'm afraid it's too late to rush there now."

"Wow!"

The big dog barked twice, as if to persuade the little fairy not to think too much.

"Really, alas!"

The fairy was still a little sad, stomped her feet, and stood on the cloud in a daze for a while.

Unknowingly, the cloud just floated to the coast of the East China Sea, and a big mountain was just ahead.

In the dark, several old monks were looking at the fairy with full vigilance; a voice was secretly transmitted, saying the identity of the fairy and the big dog, and the several old monks suddenly showed fear and hid a little deeper.

"Why are there so many little monkeys on this mountain?"

The fairy blinked, and then there was a little boredom in her eyes, "I happen to be unhappy, so I just made fun of you."

"Wow!"

The big dog seemed to be persuading something.

"I know, Uncle Dog, you are getting more and more nagging, and I won't hurt their lives. I am sharing my survival experience with all living beings in the wild."

The fairy snapped her fingers while speaking, and a thunder exploded on the mountain, and the frightened monkeys ran away in a hurry.

She giggled, and the colorful skirt fluttered down.

Immediately, Huaguo Mountain thundered continuously, and a group of monkeys ran around all over the mountain, full of naive expressions, which made the fairy smile a little.